And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, ACT III. A MAD WEDDING. When the priest, Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Gre Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, and swore, As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, ACT IV. THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth† in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, *It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony. + Appeareth. Because his feathers are more beautiful? Because his painted skin contents the eye? ACT V. THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; But that our soft conditions* and our hearts, �མ་ TEMPEST. ACT I. AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO JOY. THAT now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur sors O' the dreadful thunder claps, more momentary -Not a soul, But felt a fever of the mad, and play 'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-starting (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; * Gentle tempers. CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou taks't from me. When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! MUSIC. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth, It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon *Faries. Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. A LOVER'S SPEECH. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORR The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it; |